More MMA goodness today. Today we trained with a well known Dutch Sanda trainer Lou Hoyer and his son Danny, concentrating mostly on striking, sprawling and quick throws. I can see bruises forming all along my arms again, and there’s a welt on my upper leg from some low-kicks I received. I am so exhausted right now, because I haven’t been sleeping well, and because of that grueling training but I feel…accomplished. I wouldn’t want to say good, because I hurt so much that even the balls of my feet hurt when I stand on them. Come to think of it, I have some nasty blood-blisters on them that I should be taking care of.
In other news, last night I picked up my mother from the hospital, which was one of the scariest experiences of my life. She had gone through her second chemo-therapy, and for some reason she was completely out of it. She had been feeling under the weather when she went in on thursday, and she’s been sleeping for almost all the time she was there, which resulted in her missing some of her scheduled medication times, but she couldn’t even stand on her feet by the time I got her to take her home. She kept falling asleep, and when she wasn’t she was rocking back and forth, not really as lucid as I would’ve liked her to be, and just moaning in pain. Everyone who knows my mother knows she’s fucking hardcore, but this was something else. In the car over, she kept falling asleep, and I kept wondering if something horrible was going to happen, that’s how bad she looked. At one point I thought we might have to turn around and go back to the hospital. My fears weren’t exactly calmed by the fact that she had been vomiting up blood recently, which I can’t imagine is a good sign in any situation. Anyway, we got home, where she wanted nothing more than to sit on the sofa and nod in and out of sleep while listening to her children talk and watch television. We got her to drink something and finally put her to bed. I slept on the sofa (yay, another bad night’s sleep) but kept waking up at the slightest sounds to check on my mother upstairs (yay, no sleep at all!) so all in all I’m pretty dead right now. Luckily, when my mother woke up this morning, she was feeling a lot better than she did last night. I’m not sure if she can survive another chemo-run, but this friday they’re going to scan her to see what the results of the first two treatments have been.
Luckily the weather’s nice, so I’m enjoying a nice cup of tea sitting near my open window, listening to the people downstairs, outside on the terrace of L’Affiche.